In one smooth gesture, Rykard cimed the lips of the redhead. The swiftness of the motion surprised the redhead. Past the first startled gasp, there were only the moans of a sex sve eager to indulge. Purring, she made herself readily avaible. Her tongue surrendered to his. Her ass pressed against his greedily squeezing hand.

  “That is good girl behaviour,” Rykard whispered between kisses. He loosened the uppermost button of his shirt and let that be order enough. The other two submissives understood swiftly.

  While his tongue continued to explore the mouth of the redhead, Mena and Helenn disrobed their Master. Mena got to work on the remaining buttons, while Helenn pulled at his trousers one leg at a time. Together, the two managed to get him naked.

  Tena melted in his arms in the same time. “That’s a gorgeous little sex pet,” he whispered to her between kisses. The green eyes of the horny elf were dull with delight. Squeezing and smacking her ass made her moan. Fingering her cunt made her gasp in delight. Just letting go of her for the few seconds that it took Mena to pull his shirt off his arms completely had her whimper with need for his touch.

  Rykard pinned redhead down on the soft. “That’s a good girl,” he told her, just as he began to sink into her.

  “I’m a good girl!” Tena shouted, not with entitlement, but with the delight of a Master-given privilege.

  “A good little sex pet,” Rykard encouraged her.

  “I’m a good sex pet!” she repeated wantonly. Her back arched, her midriff pulling taut, the ftness revealing the soft bulge of where his cock was enveloped by her nubile form. Swollen mons were quick to begin glistening, as he moved in and out of her with rhythmic slowness. Wetness sheathed his manhood over and over again, fluids mixing.

  Soon the motions were smooth from the abundant lubrication. Bowing down to kiss her, Rykard was met with the pyful struggle of two hands against his chest attempting to push him back. “Want to be shown your pce again?” he asked in a low tone, grabbing her wrists. He pinned them both above her head.

  “Y-yes,” Mena answered for her sister. “Show her her pce, Master.” The priestess hugged Rykard from behind, pushing her rge breasts against his back. Helenn hovered at the side, eyes half-lidded, lips softly parted. The cherub knew where her pce was: in arm’s reach, ready to be grabbed and used. Just a spare gnce by her owner had the blonde sex toy dripping.

  Rykard’s cock twitched inside the writhing redhead. She was trying to ‘escape’, struggling against the grip of his hands, while never ever doing anything that could potentially cause him to leave the grip of her cunt. “Even your sister wants me to tame you, little beast,” Rykard growled pinning both her wrists down with one hand and his weight.

  The right now freed, he put it on Tena’s firm breast and squeezed, licking her nipple at the same time. The redhead gasped and moaned, “Yes, tame me, Master.”

  The entire time, he kept on fucking her. The pace was steady, the sensitive spot he hit deep inside the cunt that he had personally showed the pleasures of deep penetration too.

  His tongue kept circling her nipple. She tasted a bit of saltwater, but mostly she had retained the taste of the forest. The Whisperwoods were in her blood, it seemed, a blessing of Tey no doubt. Lips soon trailed over her smooth skin. He reached her neck, covered it in love bites, grunted into her ear and accelerated the pace.

  There was barely any resistance now. The struggling of her arms came more from orgasmic quivers than any desire to have him ‘force’ her to remain under him. While Tena’s arms were pinned, Mena’s were wrapped around his torso.

  “Master,” swooned the priestess.

  “Mastaaaahr-r-r-r,” shouted the druid.

  Breasts pressed against his back, hard nipples brushed against his chest. Rykard’s nose was buried in the red hair of one twin, taking in the sweet scent of wildberries. He separated from her neck, to nibble on her ear. Her cunt gripped his cock so intensely, he had to stop moving for a moment.

  “Behave like this more often and maybe I’ll even walk you without a leash sometime, Tel,” he whispered to her. “You’ll get to roam around on all fours and I’ll mark you on every street corner, fucking your throat until I cum over your face.”

  “Oh yessssss,” Tena hissed, trembling from the afterglow and the fantasy.

  The moment her cunt loosened up, he was back to fucking her. His speed accelerated to a feverish pace. Loud, the cpping sounds of his hips meeting her toned thighs echoed in the rge room. The leather was sticky with love juices.

  Rykard rammed into her one st time, before unloading in the depths of his redheaded sex sve. Seed filled her insides and Tena, ever the creampie addict, squirted with each spurt she felt pooling inside her. The high of the orgasm was as wonderful as ever, an uninterrupted moment of simple bliss that-

  “You sted longer than you did on the way here,” Mena teased.

  Tena, among the various lewd noises of her orgasm, giggled.

  Rykard’s mouth twitched, then spread into a broad, menacing grin. Cock still twitching, he gred over his shoulder. The priestess and the druid gulped in union. “Seems like someone needs to be reminded of their pce,” he chirped.

  Backing off, the white-haired woman hastily waved her hands in a dissuading gesture. “M–Master, maybe I was a little too-”

  Rykard grabbed her by the face, his palm reducing the rest of her words to muffled sounds. “Too te, Mel,” he told her, his sweet tone and grin not matching the sheer annoyance in his eyes. The good kind of annoyance, the kind good brats coaxed out of their doms, the kind that motivated one to go above and beyond. “You pyed the part of the brat, now you’ll pay in a breaking.” He gred back at Tena. Her pussy clenched around him. “And the sins of the sister are the sins of the twin, as I say.”

  The st of the load emptied into Tena, he pulled out, then slung his arms around the narrow waists of both of his lightly pregnant submissives. He had enough presence of mind not to put undue pressure on their bellies as he carried them. Dripping, Helenn followed after them.

  A spell and a kick opened up the balcony doors. Fresh air greeted them, the many scents of the city repcing the incense of the royal apartment. “Stay,” Rykard ordered Tena, after pcing her on the floor. “And be quiet.”

  The redhead’s lips snapped back close, as she repeatedly nodded with the urgency of someone blissfully intimidated.

  While Tena dripped on the stone tiles she squatted on, Mena was bent over the railing. The back of the property faced a lower-sitting area of the city. Likely, the dome and surrounding infrastructure were pced on one of the few isnds that had originally stuck out of the goon, allowing it to remain standing despite the weight of the architecture.

  The balcony hung about five metres up from the street below. It was, as was appropriate for the centre of the city, where three of the main roads of inner-city travel met, two of them on foot, one of them a waterway. It only took a few seconds for the women walking below to notice the scene.

  “R-rykard, they’re s-staring at me,” Mena whispered, between panic and delight.

  A harsh swat on her ass was the only answer Rykard had for her. “Do not address me by name, Mel! What am I?!” A second smack made her howl before she answered.

  “My Master.”

  “LOUDER!” Rykard demanded giving the other cheek the first smack.

  “MASTER!” Mena shouted. Pussy juices running down her thick thighs. She was squirming, rubbing the overabundant brown meat of her legs together, and making her ass wiggle enticingly in all the right ways.

  Rykard grabbed her by the back of the head and forced her a bit further over the railing, making her chocote tits dangle in all their size. “Why are you here right now, Mena?” he asked, loud enough that everyone below could hear it.

  “I-I was…” the wood elf gulped heavily, her eyes darting from one onlooker to another. “Master can we…” she whispered, only to moan when he drove two fingers into her dripping wet cunt.

  “Go back inside? Absolutely not.” Rykard’s fingers moved in and out at rapid speed. “What makes you think you even have the right to question what I do with you, sex sve?” He turned her head to look at Helenn. “See that? That’s what you should be. A good cocksleeve waiting her turn.” Helenn visibly shivered at the objectification - and Mena came at the same moment. Her folds clenched around his fingers, but he just kept on stimuting her anyway. “Now answer the question! Why are you here right now, Mena?!”

  “I-I was a bad girl! I got sassy with my Masteeeeer!” the bratty masochist responded.

  Rykard gave her a rewarding smack to the rear. The fat ass jiggled like chocote pudding. “And don’t you just love what I am doing to you?” he asked. “Don’t even dare lie to me. I know you get off on doing it outdoors. That’s the kind of private slut you are!”

  “Yeeeesssh!” Mena’s speech was beginning to slur, her mind crumbling away under the onsught of her horniness. “I loooohve it when I’m taking… taken outside!”

  Rykard’s fingers went back into her. He wasn’t done degrading her yet, but his hard cock twitched with the need for attention. “Helenn, come over here,” he said and the cocksleeve swiftly flew over. Taking hold of her blonde head, he dragged her down to his crotch and smmed into her readily agape mouth with ease. The heat of her tight throat offered the relief he wanted. “Take care of your breathing,” he grunted, then let go. The submissive cherub knew better than to stay down until she passed out - he had made sure to hammer that into her head.

  Another smack with pussy-wet fingers announced the return of his attention to Mena. The wood elf was no longer staring at the people below. While the crowd had been swelling, her eyes had gone dull and gaze wanton.

  “What are you, Mel?” Rykard asked, calm and loud. He was putting up a show now, for the people below to see exactly what he meant with his speech earlier.

  “Master’s cocksleeve,” Mena answered with horny crity.

  “That’s right,” Rykard complimented her and gave her fat ass another smack. The various marks of his hands overpped, turning parts of the jiggly, firm chocote dispy a shade of reddish brown. “You’re my cocksleeve, my spanking toy, my sex doll. You exist purely for satisfying my urges and getting bred.” He only had to run his fingers over her slit to make her climax for the second time. “You are not here to give me lip, understood?!”

  “Yesh, Mastaaahr!” the orgasming priestess shouted.

  “Tena, next to your sister!” Rykard ordered.

  The redhead rose from where she had been squatting, leaving behind a little wet spot where her pussy juices had been meeting the tiles. Shamelessly, the redhead got next to her twin, presenting her moderate chest and part of her toned body to the onlookers. The crowd was swelling still. Unlike the military women, the civilians cked the discipline to keep their hands from wandering. Self-indulgence was already common among them, fingers becoming sticky with flowing love juices, and only spread further with every passing second.

  Rykard positioned himself behind the fraternal twins. The back of Helenn’s head rested against their bordering thighs, the softest parts of their legs cushioning the head of the cocksleeve. Still on self-moderating duty, Helenn gave Rykard a signal to pull back for a moment. Five seconds ter, he felt her head bob in a nod, her lips still around his gns, and he pushed back inside.

  Simultaneously, his fingers had been working the cunts of both elves. Quivering, they threw their heads back and moaned at the open sky. They weren’t exhibitionists, they just loved the freedom of the outdoors.

  “I should be disciplining your sister too, Mel,” Rykard stated, giving the redhead a smack to her own bubble butt to emphasize. “She ughed at your snide remark. I’m a generous Master though and this sex pet knows to obey well enough!”

  “Thahnk youuu for beingh sho generoush towardsh my sisteeeerrrrr, Master!” Mena moaned.

  “That’s right, you both should be thankful! I gave you everything you want, you horny little things. A pce to love each other, debauched as you are, and I even bred you two the same day! You’re as joined in serving me as you are in everything else, pair of degenerates that you are.” He leaned forwards, thrusting into Helenn’s throat, fingering both of them, and whispered in their ears. “You’re lucky I love degenerate submissives.”

  All three haremettes came in unison. Folds, still tight or loosened by his cock, cmped around his fingers. Helenn’s sensitive throat vibrated around his manhood from her orgasmic scream.

  Suddenly pulling out of the cherub, Rykard penetrated Mena in one swift motion. “WHEN YOUR MASTER FUCKS YOU, WHAT DO YOU SAY?!” Rykard roared, smacking Mena’s ass with enough force to make both cheeks ripple.

  “I’M BLESSHED, MASHTAHR!” the priestess excimed. “TEYLA HASH BLESHSSSSED ME WITH MEEETING YOUUU! PLEASE FUCK ME TO YOUR HEART’SH CONTENT! FUCK YOUR SEX SHLAAAAAVE!”

  Rykard had been doing so the moment she started screaming. His cock slipped in and out of her cunt with absolute ease. The moment her excmation ended, the abundant lubrication went even further, pussy juices gushing from her breeding hole in intense squirts. The white-haired cocksleeve giggled, that little bratty streak of her entirely subsumed by the good girl she truly was on the inside.

  It was always fun to have a sex sve that gave him an excuse to work himself up a bit.

  “That’s right, doll, repay me with that cunt,” he growled, as if he was still angry, and kept on pounding her. The vice grip of her pussy could not stop him. One orgasm turned into two, then three, then too many. He was hammering into her at exactly the right angle and exactly the right speed, hitting all the sensitive spots he could with every thrust.

  He had to pull Mena back a bit, so her fat tits were the cushion under her rocking torso, not her first trimester belly. Her ass kept sustaining spank after spank, filling the air with sharp noises. From down below, wet and moaning sounds responded. The pza was becoming a pce of shared self-indulgence and sapphic entanglements.

  Unceremoniously, Rykard pulled out of Mena. The wood elf kept on quivering as if she was being fucked for several seconds, barely managing to stand on her bow-legged, trembling limbs. Her ass swayed back and forth with every multi-orgasmic spasm.

  Ramming back into Tena’s hole, Rykard groaned. “Nothing better than using your pet holes alongside your relief doll of a sister.”

  Tena let out something between savage grunt and bark. Where her sister was a civlized tool for her dom’s relief, the redhead was a woman returned to her most primal state. There was only Master’s cock and breeding on her mind now and since the tter had already happened, there really was only one thing left.

  Hard and fast, he pounded the toned druid. He was even rougher with her, pulling on her crimson mane while he hammered her cunt into the shape of his cock. Not only could Tena take more, she LOVED to take more. Rykard pinched her hard nipple and twisted harshly. Her cunt cmped down as if he had never taken her at all.

  “Truly a pair of cocksleeves,” Rykard stated. “Right, Helenn?”

  The question made the blonde snap out of her voyeuristic stupor. She pointed at her face and he gave her a grinning nod. “Iiiiiiii think they’re the best thing any woman could be, so yeah, a pair of cocksleeves for the greatest of all great Masters, Master!” The usually, obediently quiet cherub pavered. “Can’t think about anything besides cock. Can’t consider anything besides taking cock. Can’t even formute a word that’s not reted to your cock! Such a blissed-out, blessful state of mind!” Helenn licked her lips, were some of the mixture of precum and saliva still stained her pink lips.

  “Let’s put that to the test,” Rykard hummed and pulled out of Tena. Like Mena before, the redhead was squirting and trembling after he left her. Unlike Mena, the druid could not keep standing. She slowly slumped to the ground, then failed to even sit, just colpsing onto her back. Rykard grinned down at the curled-up sex kitten and, graciously, stated, “You may touch yourself.” Tena did so, with quivering hand and cockdrunk smile, while Rykard got back behind the priestess. “What do you want most of all right now?”

  “MASTER’S COOOCK IN MY ASSSSSSSS!” the broken brat screamed immediately, then howled when she got exactly what she had bargained for.

  “What a surprise, you were right about your fellow set of holes,” Rykard hummed. “As your reward, you may continue to speak for the rest of the day.”

  “Ohhhh! Thank you for allowing your relief cumdump to speak, Master!” Helenn excimed with genuine joy. “Not that I need it or anything, I love being nothing else besides a glove for your dick! Also, I love, love, looooove watching your dick stretch her sphincter.” Slowly, Rykard advanced. Wet and willing as she was, anal was still something to be engaged in with a bit of care. “Subana, just watching makes me a quarter as wet as her!”

  And how wet that was. The anal loving elf was right back to squirting. Her entire nervous system was alight pleasure signals. Grasping the railing in an effort to steady herself, Mena went between short inhales and long, lung-emptying screams. That changed rapidly once he had stretched her backdoor satisfyingly. Past that, the priestess was every bit as much primal animal as her sister. Every sign of grace was surrendered to choppy, grunting moans.

  Rykard had been pounding the two sisters long enough that many of the women down below were petered out. They watched, rubbing their raw cunts with remaining libido, but were unable to muster the energy to keep truly masturbating. Others were perverted enough to keep pace with the dispy or had arrived te enough to only now reach their zenith.

  To the tired and high-pitched moans of the crowd, underlining the savage sounds of delight of his elf, Rykard came. He was still thrusting during the first few spurts, then stopped deep inside the alternative hole of the cocksleeve. Spurt for spurt, he filled her up. The squirting reached a new level of intensity, almost bordering on uninterrupted streams.

  Rykard was bowed over the big-titted priestess, kneading her mounds while her back entrance wrung the entirety of his load out of his shaft. The tightness of her sphincter made sure nothing remained in his shaft. He pulled out, wove a quick spell to clean his cock off whatever may invisibly been sticking to it, then turned to Helenn.

  “Oh please tell me I’m next,” she loud-whispered, then squealed with delight as he grabbed her. “Oh, I’m next, I’m next, Master is going to use me!” Mena slumped down to the ground, quivering and writhing. Tena was too petered out to even finger herself to the sight at this point. The twins were, eyes rolled up, tongues hanging out, just two well-used cum rags on the floor, awaiting the next time they would be used.

  Rykard felt at the top of the world, standing above a crowd of masturbating, submissive subjects. “Good girls are just the best!” he decred, smacking his cock down between Helenn’s tits.

  It was the least sensitive part of the portable cocksleeve and yet she shouted with glee at the touch of his manhood. Squishing her enormous tits together with her tiny hands, she formed a nice and tight tunnel with her cleavage. Tiny she was, yet her breasts swallowed up his cock. Only the head occassionally poked out between the golden lines that ran from shoulders to her cleavage, forming an outline that reminded of a pussy in its shape. It occurred to Rykard that Tess had a simir formation. Either that was a giant coincidence or the gods had a shared, lewd sense of aesthetics.

  Be that what it was, Rykard enjoyed the squishiness around him. The spell had cleaned his cock of the lubrication along with everything else. Helenn was all too eager to drool all over his manhood, her gold-tinged spit mixing with his precum.

  Once the motions were as smooth as Rykard wanted, he casually invaded Helenn’s mouth with his fingers. “Shooo tashtyyyy,” the cherub chirped, her tongue swirling around his digits. “Can tashtee your other cockshleeeevessss.” He pushed a little deeper, massaged the base of her tongue, and the orally sensitive set of holes moaned aloud. That little touch had been all required to push her over the edge.

  Exploring her sensitive mouth with his fingers soon wasn’t enough anymore. Swift and hard enough to make the hovering cumdumps huge tits bounce, he manhandled her into a new position. Ass on the railing, tits sagging off to either side, pancaked by their own weight, and golden hair dangling in its luscious waved locks, the angel of fated submission ‘id’ in the air.

  “Yesssshhhh, please fuhck miiiyyy throaaaaahht!” Helenn slurred, keeping her mouth open the entire time.

  No invitation had been needed. Helenn’s consent could not just be assumed, Rykard could practically take it for granted. He did not, of course, because he was the kind of dom that deserved a happy little slut like her. Putting his hands around her throat, he aligned her with his cock and then pushed inside.

  The earlier service had been a satisfying measure, enveloping most of his cock with her tight throat. This was a full and proper facefucking. His balls spped against her forehead. His cock was completely sheathed in her throat. The slender neck of the short woman bulged under his hands from the girth of his manhood. Her hips bucked, pussy juice gushing from her fat mons, raining down on the crowd below.

  Rykard felt his most simple instincts rub up against the edge of his consciousness and he let them take control. He felt invincible, he felt atop the world, and he felt able to make Helenn more than just a mess.

  Hard and fast, he fucked her face. There was no transitionary period between the penetration and the rapid pace at which he used her. At one moment, Helenn was a sheath for his cock, the next she was his personal comfort hole, getting her sensitive throat hammered. Her hands squeezed and kneaded her tits, the spasms making her try to do anything at all.

  Rykard wasn’t satisfied just watching her squirm, he wanted to watch her lose her mind. Taking one hand of her throat, he reached for her cunt instead. Still untouched, her outer folds greeted his invading digits with all of a shortstack’s tightness. Rapidly, matching the speed of his thrusts, he finger-fucked her cunt. The base of his thumb rubbed against her clit while middle and ringfinger stirred up her insides.

  The gushing became a constant explosion of love fluids, broken by the dancing fingers. The wet sounds from both holes were loud enough to overpower even Rykard’s animalistic grunts. He was using her relentlessly, having just enough presence of mind to stop and let her breathe at times. Every time he pulled out of her pink lips, the pause began with ragged breathing and ended with a simple plea: “Mooooore!”

  Rykard did not know how long he was using her throat for. All he knew was that the crowd below eventually fell silent. None of the citizenry had the endurance to keep touching themselves and simply watched in awe as he used his comfort hole as he pleased.

  Following intuition, he pulled out of her throat for good. Hands now around his midriff, he lifted the blonde sex sve up and swung his legs over the railing. With all of the daring certainty appropriate for his station, he sat on the thin stone surface and impaled the shortstack on his manhood like he would have done with an actual toy.

  Helenn’s face was an utter mess, not a centimetre of it was untouched by the sticky mixture of precum and saliva. One of her eyes was glued shut, the other’s iris was barely even visible behind the fluttering lid. Her mouth was agape, constantly producing wet sounds. Her tongue still churned as if she was working a cock.

  Rykard gave her his fingers to work on, while her stretchable insides were once again molded to his shape. “Shortstack pussy really is fantastic,” he complimented.

  “Tshhaaaaaahnk you, Masssshtaaaahr,” Helenn answered.

  “You’re just a blonde set of holes, aren’t you?” he asked in the same tone.

  “Thaaaahhnnnk youuuuu, Massssss-” Helenn stopped halfway, an orgasm rippling through her, set off by nothing besides his size inside her primary hole. The cherub cked the presence of mind to actually listen to what he said, she just responded instinctively to his tone.

  “This is the future of good girls in my realm!” Rykard decred. That was the entirety of the speech he had to give. Actions spoke louder than words and Helenn’s orgasmic screams spoke even louder than actions. Fingers wandered from her mouth to her tits, pinching her hard, deliciously pink nipple. His other hand made the cocksleeve go up and down, manhandling her short frame, screwing her on his cock as he pleased.

  There was no moment the set of holes wasn’t squirting. She was bbbering something, the words “Master” and “cock” dominating everything else, with repeated “Love” thrown in there. Rykard sat there, legs dangling, in a modus operandi leaving the rexed and entering the transcendent.

  All he did was use her, take in the ecstasy, and the view. Despite the speed, he never felt taxed. He was kneading her tits, working her throat, or her clit, as he pleased, while making her bounce. She was his screw toy, marking his territory with her gushing love juices.

  His orgasm built up with the gradual incline of a slow orgasm but the intensity of a rapid fucking. When it dawned, he came with the kind of complete and utter crity that even he was rarily afforded. He felt like he was surfing on a tsunami of pleasure, in control and yet not.

  He came and he came. His cock was pressed up against her cervix but, it being occupied, shortstack biology prevented the abundant seed from filling her up. Instead, the sheer quantity of it began to escape past even the tight grip of her folds, oozing out a thick white between his shaft and her pretty pink, clenching folds.

  Helenn was quiet now, completely quiet. Her face was a vision of bliss untold. She shared in his ascended moment, cumming so hard her one open eye blinked back to crity for a few, world-shattering moments. Then, they both just let go and existed there together, one holding, the other nuzzling against, both surrounded by a world of sheer ecstasy.

  Slowly, it ebbed away. Rykard closed his eyes and basked in the fading remains of the moment. Helenn kept on spasming where she was. “Master?” he heard the stern and needy voice of a fourth sex sve. He turned his head, to find Lyvia standing in the doorway of the balcony. “Your will has been done.”

  “Indeed it has,” Rykard hummed, deeply pleased and climbed back onto the balcony proper. “Wait in the bedroom.”

  “Yes, Master!” Lyvia said with a salute and marched off.

  Rykard turned to the entranced crowd below, smirked at them, then walked inside.